Watching Life Pass

It's monochromatic here -
I see white walls
and the passing time
reflects off white uniforms
as they pass me by.

White
against night,
one every fifteen minutes -

(starting at two minutes past the hour)

It's as backward as they think I am.

They're in here for their health,
but I'm here because I destroyed mine,
and I proved them wrong -
            once,
                twice,
                      three times
                              (why aren't you out?)

But now it's different -
there's colour here,
at this place they call home,
but the monochrome was welcome
and I'd die to go back


                              (Oh God, I love the irony,
                              because life is a mere thought
                              and I'm a figment of your imagination -
                                          say goodbye to your imaginary friend)